The book mentioned that most mages struggled with stability, so I adjusted my approach.

  Instead of forcing the energy into a sphere,

  I tried to coax it.Instead of treating it like an attack, I treated it like a living entity something to be guided, not dominated.

  I closed my eyes and concentrated.

  This time, when I summoned the Cursed Crimson Globe, I let it breathe allowing it to take shape naturally instead of rushing the process.

  A dark red sphere flickered into existence in my hands.

  “In the end, an object or not. It is a “being” that has own will. Almost all beings with a will would not like to be a slave at all.”

  It pulsed, glowing with unstable energy.

  I gritted my teeth.

  "Now, for the real challenge—keeping it under control."

  I focused everything on keeping the sphere stable.

  I could feel it fighting back, like a caged beast trying to break free.

  The moment I relaxed too much, the sphere wobbled.

  The moment I tightened my grip, it resisted.

  "Damn it. It’s like trying to hold water in my hands."

  I adjusted my breathing, spreading my magical energy evenly around the sphere.

  Slowly… it calmed down.

  For the first time, the Cursed Crimson Globe floated steadily in front of me.

  I exhaled, sweat dripping down my forehead.

  "I did it."

  I clenched my fists.

  This was only the beginning I still had to master its attack commands and detonation, but at the very least, I had successfully formed the spell.

  That alone was progress.

  "This spell is going to be useful."

  As I dismissed the sphere and let my magic settle, I smirked to myself.

  If I could perfect this, it would become one of my most valuable tools in battle.

  -

  I exhaled slowly, my eyes scanning over the pages, absorbing every detail.

  Crimson Globe.

  “Now, that I managed to cast it. I need to know more about it.”

  “Only by completely understanding the theory behind it, I will be able to do whatever I want to do with it.”

  The spell was simple in concept:

  The user summons Crimson Globes, floating red orbs of condensed elemental energy in a solidified, physical form.

  The number of orbs summoned depended on the caster’s magical energy and control.

  Each orb was autonomous, meaning it could float, reposition, and attack on its own—if controlled properly.

  It had two core abilities:

  Crimson Needle – A piercing, laser-like magical attack, striking enemies with high precision.

  Crimson Explosion – A self-destructive detonation, capable of dealing massive area damage upon command.

  I let out a low chuckle.

  "Now this... this is the kind of spell I need."

  “Now that I am able to summon one of them. I know understand more about it.”

  “The first introduction was just an introduction how to cast and summon but not about the real purpose behind the Crimson Globe.”

  “I also have learned the name of the spells it uses...”

  “Crimson Needle and Crimson Explosion.”

  It meant I could attack from multiple angles at once.

  It meant I could divide my focus, use the orbs to harass enemies while I planned my next move.

  A section in bold, carefully highlighted, warned me of something critical:

  "If the caster’s magical energy and control are insufficient while the summons are active, there is a chance that the Crimson Globes will turn against the summoner, attacking or exploding unpredictably."

  I frowned.

  "So, if I mess up… the spell could literally kill me?"

  “I was not wrong when I commented that it is like a wild-beast”

  I leaned back, gripping my chin as I processed the information.

  The Crimson Globes weren’t mindless objects; they carried traces of unstable magical will, making them dangerous if I wasn’t strong enough to command them.

  This wasn’t a simple Energy Bolt that I could cast and forget.

  This wasn’t a basic magical barrier that activated on instinct.

  This was an advanced technique, one that required constant mental exertion, because if I lost control…

  I’d be dead before I even realized what went wrong.

  I closed my eyes, gripping the book tightly.

  "This is the price of power," I thought. "Nothing comes for free."

  I’d already survived ambushes, betrayals, assassins, and monsters.

  If I wanted to truly reach the next level, I needed to take risks.

  And this spell?

  This was a risk I was willing to take.

  I flipped the page, my focus sharpening.

  To successfully summon the Crimson Globe, I needed to master four critical steps:

  Summoning the Globe – Condensing fire-elemental energy and binding it into a solidified form.

  Imbuing Intelligence – Establishing a magical link to keep the summon obedient.

  Maintaining Control – Keeping the energy balanced so the summon wouldn’t become unstable.

  Command & Activation – Issuing direct orders, either using Crimson Needle or Crimson Explosion.

  Each step required precision, and any mistake could result in a failed summon—or worse, a hostile summon.

  "First, I need to figure out how many I can summon safely."

  “Right now, I have summoned one but that was not the best use of the spell.”

  “I tried to force my will to it.”

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  “Now that I have summoned and experienced it and understand that the spell is not to be casted but to be “summoned” I know more.”

  According to the book, the strongest summoners from the ancient-time could control up to four Crimson Globes at once, but they were experts with decades of experience.

  For a new caster, the safest approach was to start with just one and slowly build from there.

  I nodded to myself. That was the plan.

  I took a deep breath and stood up.

  Placing the book down, I stepped to the center of my room and closed my eyes.

  "Let’s see if I can get this right."

  I extended my right hand forward, focusing my magical energy.

  I visualized a floating crimson sphere—dense, concentrated energy, molded into physical form.

  I shaped the fire-elemental essence, compressing it tightly, preventing it from dispersing into the air.

  I reinforced it with my magical will, commanding it to obey me.

  A faint red glow flickered in front of my palm.

  "Almost there."

  I pushed more power, forcing the shape into a perfect sphere.

  A small, crimson-red orb hovered before me.

  I exhaled sharply.

  "It worked."

  But I wasn’t finished yet.

  The real challenge wasn’t creating the Globe—it was controlling it.

  I willed the orb to move left—it drifted sluggishly.

  I willed it to move right—it jerked in the opposite direction.

  "Tch."

  I clenched my fists, pouring more concentration into the link.

  I could feel the instability—the Crimson Globe wasn’t completely obedient yet.

  "Maintain control. Maintain balance."

  I adjusted my breathing, my mind locking onto the sphere, commanding it with pure willpower.

  Finally—

  The Crimson Globe floated smoothly, responding to my directions perfectly.

  "Good. Very good."

  Now, for the real test.

  I willed the Crimson Globe to activate Crimson Needle—its piercing laser attack.

  The sphere trembled, a bright red glow intensifying at its core.

  Then—

  FWOOOSH!

  A thin, precise beam of crimson light shot forward, striking a wooden chair on the far side of the room.

  A small, blackened hole appeared where the laser had hit.

  I grinned.

  "Not bad for a first try."

  “It is good that I tried to make it weaker if not. The crimson needle would break down the wall and create problems for me...”

  I dismissed the Crimson Globe, letting the energy dissolve.

  That was just one globe—one successful summon.

  But I needed to master summoning multiple orbs, maintaining control over several at once.

  "This spell will take time to perfect."

  Still, today was a step forward.

  -

  Erick Nilf – Pov

  The vast Great Plains of North Border City were filled with the crackling of magic as two forces clashed without hesitation.

  Fifty mages from Morningstar Act and fifty from Freedom of Amber stood on opposite sides, but there were no words of warning, no demands for surrender.

  Only battle.

  I stood at the forefront of our forces, my heart pounding, my grip tightening.

  My name is Erick Nilf, and I am the one leading this fight for Morningstar Act.

  Opposing me, standing at the head of the enemy, was Estelia Listel.

  “I heard about her...”

  Our gazes met, and the tension in the air became suffocating.

  My voice boomed across the field, cutting through the chaotic symphony of spells being cast all around us.

  "These plains will be your graves!"

  Estelia, standing defiantly with the wind whipping through her silver hair, gave me a cold, piercing stare as she shouted back.

  "You won’t even have a grave to be buried in."

  There was no hesitation. No further words needed. I struck first.

  "Spear of Light!"

  The moment I cast the spell, a spear forged from pure white moonlight materialized in my outstretched hand.

  The glow of its form pulsed with power, its edges razor-sharp, humming with energy. But one spear was not enough.

  It multiplied—one became two, then five, then countless more, hanging in the air around me like celestial weapons preparing for war.

  I thrust my hand forward.

  The storm of spears shot toward Estelia.

  They moved like streaks of divine light, each one fast enough to pierce through stone, their sheer radiance turning night into an eerie twilight.

  The ground beneath them burned with residual energy, crackling with raw magical force.

  But Estelia remained unshaken.

  She whispered a spell, her lips barely parting.

  "Wall of Guardian Fire."

  A ring of blazing flames ignited around her, a perfect circle formed in an instant.

  But it did not stop there.

  The fire twisted and contorted, rising from the ground as though alive, expanding and warping into something greater.

  Within moments, the flames transformed—becoming towering figures, each standing four meters tall, their bodies composed of pure fire, yet shaped like ancient warriors.

  Their glowing shields gleamed like molten metal, their massive forms standing as unwavering sentinels before their master.

  The first of my spears struck.

  “Booom !!”

  The impact was violent, an explosion of light against fire, illuminating the entire battlefield in a brilliant clash of power.

  But the guardians held their ground, their flaming shields absorbing the onslaught.

  More spears rained down, colliding against the guardians with thunderous force, but they refused to fall.

  My teeth clenched.

  Damn it.

  The heat from the Wall of Guardian Fire was already spreading outward, scorching the air, turning the battlefield into a furnace.

  My skin burned from the intensity, sweat forming along my forehead, but I could not afford to retreat.

  Estelia’s expression remained unreadable, but I could see the sharp glint in her eyes—she was analyzing me, watching, waiting.

  She had not even moved from her position, standing amidst her towering fire guardians as though she were untouchable.

  My hands tightened into fists.

  This wasn’t going to be an easy fight.

  All around us, the battle between our forces raged on.

  Spells of every element crashed against one another

  The ground trembled beneath the sheer force of magical energy being unleashed by a hundred mages in combat.

  And yet, despite the chaos, this battle between Estelia and me felt separate from it all.

  The clash of magic reverberated across the battlefield as my Spear of Light struck the Guardian Fire spell Estelia had summoned.

  The two opposing forces collided, raw power grinding against raw power.

  The radiance of my moonlight spears crackled against the blazing figures of her summoned warriors, neither spell giving way at first.

  Then, after several seconds of resistance, the spells shattered.

  A powerful shockwave exploded outward, kicking up dust and embers as both my Spear of Light and her Guardian Fire were annihilated.

  The air burned with residual energy, the remnants of our spells dissipating into nothingness.

  Estelia, though unharmed, was forced back, her boots skidding slightly against the ground from the sheer force of our clash.

  The impact had not reached her body directly, but the power behind my spell had clearly caught her by surprise.

  I let out a slow breath, analyzing the exchange.

  “Freedom of Amber. A faction of fire mages. Their greatest strength lay in their raw, destructive offensive power. Their spells were designed to overwhelm, incinerate, and consume. But that same focus on offense made them lack in defensive magic.”

  That spell—Guardian Fire—it had been unusual.

  A defensive spell strong enough to counter my Spear of Light?

  It had to be rare among their ranks.

  Fire magic wasn’t known for its shields or barriers. I had assumed that my attack would break through easily, yet she had stopped it.

  But I could tell from her stance, from the look in her eyes—she had not expected my magic to be that strong either.

  Estelia’s gaze hardened as she straightened herself, a flicker of tension crossing her otherwise composed expression.

  I saw it—the subtle shift in her stance, the way she pressed her lips together ever so slightly.

  She had underestimated me.

  Even though she had blocked my attack, she had still felt its force.

  The shockwave had reached her, and for a split second, I saw hesitation in her expression.

  But it did not last.

  Without waiting, she whispered a spell, her voice barely audible over the raging battle.

  "Freedom Fire Magic—Spreading Wild Fire."

  The air twisted as magic surged outward from her fingertips.

  A massive ball of flame manifested in an instant, glowing with an intensity that scorched the very ground beneath it. But she did not hurl it at me.

  Instead, the flames burst apart—splitting into dozens of smaller fires that scattered in every direction, spreading across the battlefield like a living entity.

  The heat became suffocating as it rapidly expanded, consuming everything in its path.

  I saw some of the Morningstar Act mages in my ranks engulfed in the flames, their cries of pain reaching my ears.

  Their robes caught fire, their arms and legs burned.

  They fell to the ground, struggling to smother the flames.

  None of them died immediately, but they were severely wounded.

  I clenched my fists.

  She was an expert mage.

  Yet she targeted apprentices.

  The fire reached me next, but I did not flinch. I focused my magic, summoning a protective layer of light that wrapped around me.

  The flames crashed against it and dissipated instantly. They could not touch me.

  I locked eyes with her, fury rising in my chest.

  "You are despicable!"

  I shouted over the raging battlefield.

  "Attacking apprentice-level mages while they are fighting! You disgrace yourself as an expert!"

  She did not look guilty. She did not falter.

  Instead, she smiled coldly.

  "There is no honor on the battlefield," she replied, her voice steady, unwavering.

  "You should know that by now."

  My grip on my magic tightened. Anger burned through me—but I could not let it control me.

  She was right.

  But that did not mean I had to accept it.